Quaking Aspen

We are the high altitude sentinels. Our small groves freckle the high plains. We keep to ourselves, mostly upon the snow burdened peaks where our ashen trunks blend and our barren branches cling to icy white glitter. As the breath of winter ebbs we watch the crystal spring run-off growing ever greener with envy of how it races down the hill; babbling. We whisper this to one another in the crisp mountain air, solemn as we keep watch. From our station on the precipice we behold fully the majestic sun revering at dusk how it paints the sky. In the failing warmth of autumn, we offer in turn, our own reflection of magnificent golden sunset skies in our shimmering yellow foliage. We keep company with pines, firs, spruces, and other prickly sorts. Conifers aren’t social, which suits us as we keep mostly to ourselves. Sentinels must remain vigilant, after all, watchful for approaching danger. We quake from paranoia, probably. Our bark is pale, above all, for fear. We’ve seen your kind before. Your kind we watch most carefully. If you look close, you will see from our thousand dark eyes we always look closely back at you. Are you dangerous? 08/21/15 Submission for contest: Trees Personified Hosted by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot *I loved the aspens when my family would go camping in the high Uinta mountain range in Utah. They are beautiful and they can grow at such high elevation (above 10,000 ft) it's really amazing.